Quotes About Love

I should think it might be difficult to possess a wife whom almost every other man in town has known so intimately, but no doubt True Love Conquers All.

The only reason of living only you. Within my desert you are my oasis, the sweetest chocolate

Babam beni mektebe götürdü?ü zaman, çantamla birlikte art?k uzun bir hayat tecrübesini de omzumda ta??yordum. Bir de Vatan denen bir ?ey vard? ki, çok iyi korunmas? gerekiyordu. Bizler, her sabah hep bir a??zdan onu özümüzden çok sevdi?imizi, ant denen bir ?ey içerek hayk?r?yorduk.

Beni ölünce onun yanaklar?ndaki gamzelere gömsünler. ?? ??? ??? ??? ?? ??? ???????? ?? ??? ???? .

Hayat?mla oynuyorum. (Emel'in ellerini tutar.) Fakat bana ac?y?n, çünkü oyunlara ihtiyac?m var. Ne var ki hiçbir ?eyin sonunu getiremiyorum, oyunlar?m hep yar?da kal?yor, fakat sizi sonuna kadar seviyorum.

?imdi onu nas?l inand?rabilirim bütün bu süreyi onunla birlikte ya?ad???ma? Onu unutmu? gibi ya?arken onu dü?ündü?üme? Anlamaz, görünü?e kap?l?r, anlamaz. Ba?kas?na rastlad???m için, bu yeni ili?kinin her ?eyi unutturdu?unu dü?ünür. Oysa her ?eyi hat?rl?yorum;

Çünkü romantikler göbekliolamazlar: yasakt?r. Ben sana gösteririm. Limonata-pasta-komparsita dü?ünü yaparak evlendin; bir önceki unutulmaz a?k?n?n elemini bir sonraki k?z?n kollar?nda unuttun ve Allah kahretsin, belki de bu kelimelerle anlatt?n durumunu k?za evlenme teklif ederken.

Muhayyilesi kuvvetli baz? insanlar, sevdikleri ölülerin uzun bir yolculu?a ç?kt?klar?n? dü?ünmü?lerdir; bense, bütün yolculu?a ç?kanlar?n ölmü? oldu?unu dü?ünüyordum. Ne büyük bir günah, de?il mi?

?nsanlar? genel anlamda seviyorum ama kimseye tahammülüm yok.

Ebedi a?k nedir? ?kimizin de 'yapacak hiçbir ?eyi olmamak'tan ba?ka ortak özelliklerimizin bulunmas? m?d?r?

Annem, benim ölümden korktu?umu bilirdi; bunu bildi?i halde gene de ölmü?tü.

There is no relationship in life that comes with the promise of zero pain.

Enjoy Mr. Binkers," he added. "As soon as you leave I'm going to hug him," I said.

Love is the soul giggling.

While I was an honorable man in her eyes, she did not love me. But the minute she understood what I was, when she breathed the true and foul odor of my soul, love was born in her – for she does love me! Well, well! There is nothing real, then, except evil.

I was thinking of love,' I replied in a tone of reproach, 'and here you are talking to me again—forever—about torture!' 'Doubtless! since it's the same thing—

You see how all occidental art loses by the fact that the magnificent expressions of love have been denied it. With us, eroticism is poor, stupid and frigid. It is always presented in ambiguous attitudes of sin, while here it preserves all its vital scope, all its passionate poetry and the stupendous pulse of all nature. But you are only a european lover... a poor, timid, chilly little soul.

Think what it must be like for a victim about to die under torture. Think how the torture must be multiplied in his flesh and soul with the splendour that surrounds him! And how his agony must become more atrocious, more desperately atrocious, dearest heart!" "I was thinking about love," I replied reproachfully. "And you continuously talk about torture!" "Why not - since it's the same thing!

I desired none but her; I wanted none but her. Nothing any longer existed outside or beyond her. Instead of extinguishing the fire of my love, every day possession fanned its flame. I descended further into the burning gulf of her desire each time, and every day I realised more strongly that my entire life would be exhausted seeking to reach its bottom!

C'est que les grands assassins ont toujours été des amoureux terribles... Leur puissance génésique correspond à leur puissance criminelle... Ils aiment comme ils tuent!

N'aurions-nous pu nous aimer, aussi bien, elle chez elle, moi chez moi ; éviter les froissements possibles de cette situation qu'on appelle d'un mot ignoble : le collage ?…

The child in each of us Knows paradise. Paradise is home. Home as it was Or home as it should have been. Paradise is one's own place, One's own people, One's own world, Knowing and known, Perhaps even Loving and loved. Yet every child Is cast from paradise— Into growth and destruction, Into solitude and new community, Into vast, ongoing Change.

God is neither good nor evil, neither loving nor hating. God is Power. God is Change. We must find the rest of what we need within ourselves, in one another, in our Destiny.

There was no shame in raping a black woman, but there could be shame in loving one.